Don't even take a breath  The air is cut with cyanide  In honor of the New Year    The press gives us cause to celebrate:  These air raid sirens  Flood barbed wire skylines  By artificial night,  As we sleep to burn the red  From our bloodless lives.  Tonight we're all time bombs  on fault lines.    Have we lost everything now?  We're walking  like each other's ghosts  Around these silent streets  (the sedatives tell you everything  is alright)    Like calendars dying  at New Year's Eve parties  As we kiss hard on the lips  and swear this year  will be better than the last  Jet Black - the ink that spells your name  Jet Black - the blood that's in your veins  Jet Black - we say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"    There's music playing  But we dance to the beat  Of our own black hearts  And draw diagrams  Of suicide on each other's wrists  Then trace them with razorblades    Fire to flames  "Strike Match."    Burn these words from our lips  As 'The Daggar' screams  "Love is dead"  and it's a "newspaper tragedy,"    Have we lost what we love?  Have we said everything?  Does it change anything?  Stare at the clock  Avoid at all costs,  This emptiness.    Have we lost everything now?  We're walking  like each other's ghosts  Around these silent streets  (the sedatives tell you everything  is alright)    Like calendars dying  at New Year's Eve parties  As we kiss hard on the lips  and swear this year  will be better then the last    Have we lost everything now?  We're walking  like each other's ghosts  Around these silent streets  (the sedatives tell you everything  is alright)    Like calendars dying  at New Year's Eve parties  As we kiss hard on the lips  and swear this year  this year    Ten seconds left  until midnight  nine chances to drown ourselves  in black hair dye  eight faces turned away  from the shock:  seven windows and six of them  were locked  five stories falling  forever and ever  three cheers to the mirror  now there are two of us  can we have one last dance?    Jet Black - the ink that spells your name  Jet Black - the blood that's in your veins  Jet Black - we say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"  Jet Black - the ink that spells your name  Jet Black - the blood that's in your veins  Jet Black - we say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate life?"